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Thankfully (?) all the commercial DJs here have been on holidays when the latest round of tragedies have been unfurling, so I was spared their incisive, deeply thought out remarks on what we as a society can do next.

I’m sure you’ve all heard the news story by now that broke over the weekend about the Australian radio DJs that prank-called a hospital in England that ended up with the woman who took the call taking her own life.

There’s already been millions of virtual column-inches and hours of TV news full of people falling over themselves to attack / defend the DJs, the station, the management, the woman, the hospital and everyone in between. I’m not really interested in adding to the noise of that, short of saying it’s a terrible thing that’s happened and nobody looks good coming out of it.

What I do want to do here, however, is pick your brain a little about what I should do here on this comic…

As you might now I do a comic about breakfast radio DJs. Making prank calls is part of what they do…actually, now that I think about it, they even prank called Hitler once, and he killed himself shortly after, so there’s precedent. But here’s the thing: do I do a comic about what happened this weekend?

If I do, I run the very real risk of being seen to be making fun of this horrible thing, and that’s not what I want to do. On the other hand, not doing a comic about it, not even addressing it at all feels rather dismissive of it, like it doesn’t matter, and it does matter.

So it’s a bit of a pickle. I think I will end up covering it, but I’m curious to see what you think first.

I love listening to the radio this time of year, it’s just like listening to your iPod except someone else picked the music, and we all know everyone else except you has like the worst music taste ever, just the worst.

That’s the toy rabbit my brother had when he was a toddler, and he wouldn’t go to sleep with out it, but every night just before bed the little bastard would lose it somewhere so he could stay up for ages while I tore the house apart looking for the bloody thing.

Um yeah! His name is Gorgon by the way. It’s from when he was a Plant-Man character and my stupid 13 year old brain couldn’t think of a better parody name for Police Commissioner Gordon than Police Commissioner Gorgon. I haven’t gotten around to thinking of a better once since. You got any better suggestions?